Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

50 - "Town" ☭🇷🇺

Part 2 almost smut (they slip into russian sometimes because I said so)

Russia got into to truck, putting his backpack into the footwell. "Where is Украина? (Ukraine?)" He asked, glancing in the back seats.

"At home," Soviet said. "I lied about the Украина part so that Capitalist didn't get suspicious." He glanced at Russia, "Did you tell him?"

Russia raised an eyebrow, "Please, папа, I wouldn't tell shit to that Capitalist for the world."

Soviet took Russia's hand gently, "Good boy."

"Where are we going, папа?" Russia asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Somewhere," Soviet said.

"That's so vague," Russia said will an eye roll.

Soviet chuckled lowly, "Like your excuses when you're dunk?"

Russia shot a playful glare at his father, "We don't talk about that."

Soviet laughed again and pulled onto a forest road. Russia sighed, it was probably another one of his father's weird survival things. He would get booted into the forest and had to make it home himself.

"It's not training, Russ," Soviet said, squeezing Russia's hand.

Russia blinked, "Then why else are we in a forest?"

Soviet hummed, "That's a secret."

Soon, Soviet stopped the truck in the middle of a deserted part of the forest. "Get into the back, Russ," he said. Russia did as he was told, keeping eyes on his father that did the same.

Soviet leaned over Russia and locked eyes with him. "Такие красивые глаза... (Such pretty eyes...)" he whispered. Then, he kissed Russia, gently brushing his cheeks and jaw. Russia smiled and kissed back, holding Soviet's neck. Soviet gently bit Russia's lower lip and Russia opened his mouth, granting access for his father. The taller russian slipped his tongue into Russia's mouth, feeling around the new cave. 

That's when Russia caught on to what they were doing. 

He then took control of the situation and flipped them over. 

"Raised you well," Soviet mumbled as he smothered more kisses on Russia. 

Russia smiled as he started undoing Soviet's jacket, "You always did." He kissed down Soviet's neck, "But didn't Дедушка (Grandfather) teach you better than to be so покорный (submissive)?" 

Soviet chuckled, "He taught me other things. Things that don't matter now." Russia sighed as he pulled off Soviet's jacket, tossing it to the front seat. He took off his own shirt and glanced down at Soviet's wandering eyes. 

Russia gave a quick look across Soviet's torso. Damn, he was muscular and had two sickle-and-hammer tattoos on his shoulders. Matching to Russia's. 

"Very patriotic," Russia commented, kissing the left sign gently. That's when he realized they weren't tattoos. They were burn marks. Seared skin, still healing. Russia ran a hand gently over the right mark as he examined the left one. "Мне жаль, (I'm sorry,)" he whispered. 

"Это хорошо, любовь, (It is alright, love,)" Soviet whispered. Russia laid there, embraced by the strong arms of his father. 

"Я люблю тебя, (I love you,)" Russia whispered, closing his eyes. 

Soviet leaned his head on Russia's, "я тоже тебя люблю. (I love you too.)" They sat in silence, Soviet sitting up while still holding Russia close to him. "About the depression, дорогой... (Darling...)"

Russia curled closer to Soviet, "I know I din't have anything to be sad about, папа..."

Soviet rubbed Russia's back lightly, "Your feelings are fully valid, Россия. (Russia.) You have your first therapy session tomorrow at eleven. I will come pick you up, да? (Yes?)"

"Ладно, (Okay,) thank you, папа," Russia said softly. He sat up at kissed his father gently. 

~The next day~

"Russian Federation to the office," the announcements called. Russia stood up and grabbed his backpack, the eyes of everyone burning into his very being. He walked down the hallways, wiry pooling in his stomach. He got to the office and saw his father there with the receptionists with looks of fear. 

"I will be taking him out," Soviet said. "He will be back in an hour and a half." Then, he turned and left, Russia following. They got to the truck and started to the therapy office. "I'm sorry I barely acknowledged you, дорогой," Soviet said softly. 

Russia nodded, "It's okay, папа. We all have reputations we have to uphold. For me, it's the cold, quiet kid. The one no one talks to. The one everyone is scared of. But that's how I like it." Soviet took Russia's hand and held it gently. 

"It's because you're my son," he said. "I built up a reputation of the exact same thing." 

"I know," Russia whispered. "I know..." 

At therapy 

"You're Russia?" The therapist, a human named Rylie, asked in her gentle voice. Russia nodded. "I can see that you have deep bags under you eyes," Rylie said softly. "Too dark for a seventeen year old. Could you tell me why?"

Russia looked down at his hands, "It's nothing."

Rylie sighed, "Please, Russia, I cannot help you without some answers." 

"Fine. It's that I wanted to kill myself many times and I am pressured to be the parent in the house!" Russia hissed, tears gathering in his eyes. "My father didn't give a crap about me or my siblings until I almost succeeded in killing myself!" 

Rylie quickly wrote something down as Russia came down from his fury-powered high. "I can see you're feeling very pressured at home. What about in school? Do you have any friends you can talk to?"

Russia played with the ends of his sweater, "No... They're all scared of me."

"I see..." Rylie said. "What are some things that make you happy?" 

"Drinking... Smoking..." Russia said. "Cutting." 

Rylie's breath hitched. "Are there some other activities you like to do?"

Russia rubbed his eyes, "Sleeping, hurting myself."

"Anything like cooking or taking a walk through the park?"

"I like playing with Bela."

"Is this your sibling?"

"Younger sister. I like drawing sometimes." 

Rylie smiled, "Those two are good hobbies to have. Whenever you get into a state of depression, try one of those things. Is there anyone that makes you happy?"

"Father," Russia said. 

"My job for you is to try to slowly start finding activities that make you happy," Rylie said. "You don't have to do it immediately, but try and work towards it." 

Russia nodded and picked up his bag, "Bye."

"See you next time, Russia."

He didn't expect to be in a hospital the following day. 

Part 3? Words: 1046